Holding his morning erection in my hand, I gently pressed my teeth into his spongy glans. Working my jaw, I changed the amount of pressure while flic...ing my tongue against the tip. Brad stopped laughing. I slid my lips down his shaft, causing him to moan."Turn around so I can do you too."I lifted my head. Stroking him with my hand, I smiled and said, "Later, sweetie. I want to do this for you."Returning my mouth to Brad's cock, I sucked, licked, kissed, and nuzzled his cock and balls. . By the time the officer had managed to aim histhunderbolt at the spot where I had been standing, I was no longer there. I had stepped towards him and ducked below his pistol, moving with speedand agility that I had never possessed as Jack Finch. By the time the operative realized what was going on, my fist was drivinginto his groin with all the weight of my body behind it. He grunted inpain, his eyes popping out of their sockets. He tried to bring the pistol down onto my head with a. I wasn't sleepy though. Wasn't ready to say goodbye to the world. I realised with something of a start that I was a little horny, a bit randy, in need of a little comfort.I'd worn some pyjamas to bed, as the evening was cool, but now I didn't need them, and pulled them off under the heavy covers, wishing for a moment that the boyfriend hadn't left, and then remembering that he wasn't exactly the best in bed anyway. I'd masturbated regularly throughout our relationship, both with and without. ”She stared at me, her eyes huge. I sighed.“Okay, I believe you. I’m calling the police to report a rape. They’ll find the ones he deleted. Anything stored in memory is always recoverable, you know that.”Actually, I was bluffing and didn’t have any idea whether they could or not. Besides, I didn’t believe a word she was saying. It was all tired out and overused clichés; diversionary excuses that were really pathetic little lies. I just didn’t understand why she was telling them.I picked up the.